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Oh Me Of Little Faith

I love to watch thunderstorms from the comfort of my own home. I love to smell the moisture of the air, watch the puddles as they form on the ground,  and listen to the soothing sounds of the rain against the objects outside. I love to have a storm around me, but be safe in my covering to fully enjoy it. I don't like to be the person running from the car to the house with groceries in my hand. I don't like to have my clothing drenched in water. I don't like running past puddles to avoid electrocution. Basically, I love thunderstorms that don't affect me. 

In Matthew, we read about how the disciples were in a storm that made them fear for their lives. They became so afraid, but when they came to Jesus, He commented something interesting. Jesus said in Matthew 8:26, "You of little faith, why are you so afraid?" How they responded to the storm in fear, elicited Jesus's assessment of their faith. The word used there is oligópistos which means little in number or little in quantity of faith. He was simply saying to them that their response to the storm revealed their low quantity of faith. 

When I read this it often cuts me a bit because at times I have freaked out in storms, even though Jesus has promised to be in the boat with me. I have often cried out to Jesus in fear as though He was disinterested in my storm. I have often been in storms where I did not have the quantity of faith to properly react to them. I just have to thank God for His mercy, and pray "Father, increase my faith"

May God increase our faith to trust Him more than we fear our storms. 
 

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